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• Name: Nicholas Lait

•Age: 18

•Height:   5'10

•Creature: Zombie

•Personality: A loud mouthed young man, with a sarcastic sense of humor and an excellent taste for fashion. Nicholas finds the good in the worst of situations, facing danger with a laugh and a smile, or ignoring it altogether. Nicholas doesn’t know how to end a conversation, however, and might just keep talking if he doesn’t know what else to do. One can even find him talking to himself as he knits. Because of his talkative nature, he is not very good at keeping secrets.

•History: Nicholas Lait was a tailor’s apprentice, taught by one of the best designers in Tralfaria, where fashion and high quality fabrics were of utmost importance to daily life. His mentor, Crusoe, had been like a second father to Nicholas, and taught him how to use a needle and sew, knit, crochet, and dye clothing before he even knew how to walk properly. Nicholas showed promise, and would grow up making dresses of the highest quality to the royal family.

     Crusoe had another apprentice that learned with Nicholas, a young girl named Betsebeth. Her skills were great, but Nicholas, that damned Nicholas, was always a little bit better than she was. Crusoe would praise her work, of course, but she was not as beloved to her mentor as her fellow apprentice was. Betsebeth’s jealousy of him drove her to sew and tailor until her fingers blistered, but still she was not as good as Nicholas.

     One day, a letter came to Crusoe, stamped with a wax seal, from the royal family of Tralfaria. The queen had demanded a dress for her birthday ball, and she was not one to be shown up by one of her guests, or there would be a price to pay. Crusoe gave the job to Nicholas, trusting the young man to do an excellent job with it, not trusting his own aging fingers to make something so important. Oh, how Nicholas slaved over the fabrics, how he poured every waking moment into creating his most beautiful gown a woman could ever want. His mentor beamed over his apprentice, proud of what the product of his teachings had turned out to be. The dress was Nicholas’s best work, and he was to show it to the queen the following day.

     While Nicholas and Crusoe slept, and the dress rested on the sewing table, Betsebeth took her scissors and a handful of sod, and destroyed the dress, staining it, ripping the seams until it was nothing but rags. When she was satisfied, she put the decimated gown into a chest, and made her own to offer to the queen. It was not as good as Nicholas’s was, but it would serve well as a replacement. She slept sickeningly well.

     The fateful day arrived and Crusoe took his apprentices to Castle Tralfaria. Nicholas took the chest to the throne room to reveal his gown to the queen, a big smile on his face, and his eyes glittering with pride. Her Majesty looked expectantly at Nicholas, her eyes narrowed and chin raised. Nicholas opened the chest, and lifted out the gown to his horror. His frown melted into an O shaped gasp, and his eyes widened in disbelief. The once beautiful dress was in dirt-caked shreds. The queen stood up, her face turning red, disgraced by the boy’s offering. She shrieked and demanded that Nicholas be dismembered for insulting her beauty, and he was dragged away. Betsebeth smiled, and Crusoe looked terrified. There was almost nothing he could do to help, unless…

     Nicholas was held in a dungeon until it was time for his dismemberment. He couldn’t understand where he could have gone wrong. He made the dress, ironed it smooth, put it on the table, and then took it here, right? He sat against the bars of his cell and waited for death, until his mentor came down to speak to him. Through the bars of the cage, Crusoe slipped a pair of blue knitting needles and a tiny spool of strong thread to Nicholas, and beckoned him closer. Nicholas stuck his face against the bars, and his mentor stuck a sewing needle in his ear lobe. The needles shone and sparkled as the boy held them. Nicholas was confused, and he wanted to know why his beloved mentor and father figure would give him these needles at a time like this, and why they shone without any light shining on them, but before he could ask anything, the old man left.

The day after that, Nicholas was led to a guillotine, the sewing needles shining in his fisted hand. His neck and wrists rested in the stocks and the blade came down, and his body was chopped up into pieces. The executioners tried to pry the needles from his dead hands, but they were stuck in his grip, and had to be ignored. As a final step to getting rid of the wretched boy, the queen had all of his parts stuck into a box and sent far away so he may never be found again.

     A long, long while after Nicholas Lait died, a mysterious box found its way to the door of a mysterious train…

•Skills: If dismembered in fights, Nicholas is able to sew himself back together, as he is still able to move them within reason (for example, if his leg is removed, it will not stand up and hop back to his body. His toes would have to drag the foot back). .

    ·         Stats: Health: 50     Speed: 200     Magic: 100     Defense: 50     Attack: 100
(I don't know why the bullet is tiny.)

•Weaknesses: Nicholas is weak to fire, and tends to shy away from even the smallest of tea candles. Swimming is also quite difficult, as he is always clothed in a heavy cloak he refuses to leave anywhere. Getting shot, stabbed, or any other way of damaging his brain will kill him. His arms are too weak to even lift a gallon of milk.

•Likes: Nicholas has an affinity for designer clothing, fine fabrics, yarn, and thread. In fact, you might find him mending other people's tattered clothing with a smile on his face.

•Dislikes: Nicholas hates it when others are depressed. He feels that people should be very happy that they are not dead like he is. He also dislikes being called a zombie, and avoids the stereotype by becoming a vegetarian.

•Misc. Facts: Despite his zombie condition, Nicholas has never eaten any human or humanoid beings. He is a strict vegetarian, and feels uncomfortable around open wounds. He tries his best to not let those things bother him too much. He also has a bad habit of leaving his sewing materials lying about.

•RP Sample: “Oh, dear. Your clothes are absolutely not functional for this season, Mister.” Nicholas clicks his tongue at the poor choice of fashion. “Let’s fix that right now, if you have a few minutes. Yes, minutes, this won’t take long at all.” He pulls out satins and balls of yarn and adorns his next model in a new stunning shirt faster than lighting could ever strike the ground. “See? a whole new you!”

Description

Referred by
• Name: Nicholas Lait

•Age: 18

•Height:   5'10

•Creature: Zombie

•Personality: A loud mouthed young man, with a sarcastic sense of humor and an excellent taste for fashion. Nicholas finds the good in the worst of situations, facing danger with a laugh and a smile, or ignoring it altogether. Nicholas doesn’t know how to end a conversation, however, and might just keep talking if he doesn’t know what else to do. One can even find him talking to himself as he knits. Because of his talkative nature, he is not very good at keeping secrets.

•History: Nicholas Lait was a tailor’s apprentice, taught by one of the best designers in Tralfaria, where fashion and high quality fabrics were of utmost importance to daily life. His mentor, Crusoe, had been like a second father to Nicholas, and taught him how to use a needle and sew, knit, crochet, and dye clothing before he even knew how to walk properly. Nicholas showed promise, and would grow up making dresses of the highest quality to the royal family.

     Crusoe had another apprentice that learned with Nicholas, a young girl named Betsebeth. Her skills were great, but Nicholas, that damned Nicholas, was always a little bit better than she was. Crusoe would praise her work, of course, but she was not as beloved to her mentor as her fellow apprentice was. Betsebeth’s jealousy of him drove her to sew and tailor until her fingers blistered, but still she was not as good as Nicholas.

     One day, a letter came to Crusoe, stamped with a wax seal, from the royal family of Tralfaria. The queen had demanded a dress for her birthday ball, and she was not one to be shown up by one of her guests, or there would be a price to pay. Crusoe gave the job to Nicholas, trusting the young man to do an excellent job with it, not trusting his own aging fingers to make something so important. Oh, how Nicholas slaved over the fabrics, how he poured every waking moment into creating his most beautiful gown a woman could ever want. His mentor beamed over his apprentice, proud of what the product of his teachings had turned out to be. The dress was Nicholas’s best work, and he was to show it to the queen the following day.

     While Nicholas and Crusoe slept, and the dress rested on the sewing table, Betsebeth took her scissors and a handful of sod, and destroyed the dress, staining it, ripping the seams until it was nothing but rags. When she was satisfied, she put the decimated gown into a chest, and made her own to offer to the queen. It was not as good as Nicholas’s was, but it would serve well as a replacement. She slept sickeningly well.

     The fateful day arrived and Crusoe took his apprentices to Castle Tralfaria. Nicholas took the chest to the throne room to reveal his gown to the queen, a big smile on his face, and his eyes glittering with pride. Her Majesty looked expectantly at Nicholas, her eyes narrowed and chin raised. Nicholas opened the chest, and lifted out the gown to his horror. His frown melted into an O shaped gasp, and his eyes widened in disbelief. The once beautiful dress was in dirt-caked shreds. The queen stood up, her face turning red, disgraced by the boy’s offering. She shrieked and demanded that Nicholas be dismembered for insulting her beauty, and he was dragged away. Betsebeth smiled, and Crusoe looked terrified. There was almost nothing he could do to help, unless…

     Nicholas was held in a dungeon until it was time for his dismemberment. He couldn’t understand where he could have gone wrong. He made the dress, ironed it smooth, put it on the table, and then took it here, right? He sat against the bars of his cell and waited for death, until his mentor came down to speak to him. Through the bars of the cage, Crusoe slipped a pair of blue knitting needles and a tiny spool of strong thread to Nicholas, and beckoned him closer. Nicholas stuck his face against the bars, and his mentor stuck a sewing needle in his ear lobe. The needles shone and sparkled as the boy held them. Nicholas was confused, and he wanted to know why his beloved mentor and father figure would give him these needles at a time like this, and why they shone without any light shining on them, but before he could ask anything, the old man left.

The day after that, Nicholas was led to a guillotine, the sewing needles shining in his fisted hand. His neck and wrists rested in the stocks and the blade came down, and his body was chopped up into pieces. The executioners tried to pry the needles from his dead hands, but they were stuck in his grip, and had to be ignored. As a final step to getting rid of the wretched boy, the queen had all of his parts stuck into a box and sent far away so he may never be found again.

     A long, long while after Nicholas Lait died, a mysterious box found its way to the door of a mysterious train…

•Skills: If dismembered in fights, Nicholas is able to sew himself back together, as he is still able to move them within reason (for example, if his leg is removed, it will not stand up and hop back to his body. His toes would have to drag the foot back). .

    ·         Stats: Health: 50     Speed: 200     Magic: 100     Defense: 50     Attack: 100
(I don't know why the bullet is tiny.)

•Weaknesses: Nicholas is weak to fire, and tends to shy away from even the smallest of tea candles. Swimming is also quite difficult, as he is always clothed in a heavy cloak he refuses to leave anywhere. Getting shot, stabbed, or any other way of damaging his brain will kill him. His arms are too weak to even lift a gallon of milk.

•Likes: Nicholas has an affinity for designer clothing, fine fabrics, yarn, and thread. In fact, you might find him mending other people's tattered clothing with a smile on his face.

•Dislikes: Nicholas hates it when others are depressed. He feels that people should be very happy that they are not dead like he is. He also dislikes being called a zombie, and avoids the stereotype by becoming a vegetarian.

•Misc. Facts: Despite his zombie condition, Nicholas has never eaten any human or humanoid beings. He is a strict vegetarian, and feels uncomfortable around open wounds. He tries his best to not let those things bother him too much. He also has a bad habit of leaving his sewing materials lying about.

•RP Sample: “Oh, dear. Your clothes are absolutely not functional for this season, Mister.” Nicholas clicks his tongue at the poor choice of fashion. “Let’s fix that right now, if you have a few minutes. Yes, minutes, this won’t take long at all.” He pulls out satins and balls of yarn and adorns his next model in a new stunning shirt faster than lighting could ever strike the ground. “See? a whole new you!”